Many years ago a foster sister fixed me up on a blind date. Turns out the blind date had a boyfriend she suspected was cheating on her so she went out with me to make him jealous. As we come up on 42 years later I can only wonder if he’s jealous yet!
We had a whirlwind courtship, married three months later, and before you knew it, a baby boy came along. Well we decided to have two close together so they could grow up together. Then there was a missed pill or two and suddenly it was four bouncing boys with less than a year apart between each. Accidents or not we loved them all and still do and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Many times people thought we had sets of twins or even triplets as they were so close in age and looks, blue eyed towheads all. Some years later we finally had a little girl however she’s not part of this story; only mentioning her so if she reads this, I won’t have to listen to her whine that she wasn’t mentioned!
This story is about a Saturday morning when the boys were four, three, two, and one years of age. As hard working Mommies and Daddies are wont to do, we were attempting to get a little extra sleep.
The apartment was a two bedroom. The boys all slept in one room with a bunk bed, a twin bed and crib. The youngest, in the crib, wasn’t able to get out and the others took great delight in teasing and tormenting him, which of course resulted in a great deal of yelling and screaming.
Whether you’ve had children or not I’m sure you understand that yelling and screaming does not make for good sleeping conditions, so in my sternest daddy voice I yelled “Knock it off in there!” Okay, not very creative but it was early, I was sleepy, and it was the best I could do on short notice. Of course it did get quiet, for almost five minutes and it started up again, so once again I reached into the Daddy bag of clichés and said “You’d better quiet down or you’ll be sorry!”
At this point I must tell you that what I did not know at the time that all the noise was being generated by just three little boys! The oldest boy had crawled into bed beside his mother and was hidden from my view. Of course, once again peace and quiet reigned for five minutes tops and started once more at an increased volume from the previous two rounds.
Now resigned to the fact that further sleep was not an option, I rolled over, gave my wife a playful swat and said “Looks like we’re not going to get any sleep, how about a quickie?” Suddenly! A little blonde head popped up from the other side of her and said “I want a cookie too!”
Needless to say, that was the first and last time I had Oreos and milk for breakfast!
1 comment:
I've had some pretty obscure delicacies for breakfast, not sure if Oreos were ever one of them. But I cop to having them after breakfast many times. Long story there, but I've always loved them and I'm glad they come out in so many varieties now.
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